Boulevard Black-Netherbird

Death like, pale graceful ballet In silence drawing near For a second mere Forlorn silhouettes For an instant there Only to disappear, forever changing all And the few that see, and still believe Sweet, painful, fragile Dreams... A haven of chaos So scarred and so alone Walking dead Lost in streets unknown We were once the invisible ones Those that spoke and no one heard Ghosts dancing in silver lit nights And never to return to this world Ivory and dye Delicate porcelain Calm these façades Lost in rain relentless The brilliant and shining few Who once drowned amongst the grey Spite the pain and whipping rain Chose to walk these lesser travelled ways Away! Walking down this road Many its winding turns A barren scar of stone Though all that stings and hurts Walk on to new rivers The ones of old ran dry Their barren depths unveiled Crystal streams fell prey to the hands of time Days and nights go by, one by one Like water slipping through tired fingers Precious gems stolen from idle hands Small pieces of the sun, now lost Adrift in eternal darkness Breathing in the gloom Walking darkened gardens Where only shadows bloom Oh, this world looks so different now A little more dies with every passing day Every minute steals a color Flawing beauty in all ways Memories start to dither, one by one Dreams fall to splinters, one by one Seems like I am dying No air for these lungs It feels like I am dying So far from home Beneath the celestial canopy Angel wings and demon seeds Beneath the celestial canopy The legions march with me We walk the boulevard black Across these fields of grey Like ghost adrift in gloom In search for other ways A place where we belong We walk down boulevard black An endless row of souls And we are marching home We walk down Boulevard so black An endless stream of time This finite march called life We walk down Boulevard so black This overflow into the unknown Back to where we came from Praised be those of silence The blood tainted ivory innocence Praised be those that differ Blessed be the children of the fall Those that walk the boulevard black The legions of the left hand avenue An ode to the fallen An ode to for the lost An ode to the stranded To those that still burn All of the chains are splintered Those that woke are walking, fairlight All of my dreams are dead now All golden lies are lead now All of my angels have fallen We walk this earth like ghosts All of my angels are fallen All of my angels are beautiful Sing to me oh you sweet bleeding planet Sing to us that walk your ruins Sing to us for our words are dead Sing to us for their world is dead to us An ode for the thinning breed of angels For their crimson lips and tangled feathers Majestic wings are spread climbing the sun One for the reason in reasoning no more Walking down this road Many its winding turns A barren scar of stone Though all that stings and hurts And we are like fire flies Boldly daring the night And we dance for a radiant while Born to drift out of time... But for a second mere we glared For an instant we were there Before the last grain of sand fell No tears as I bid thee fare well... We walk down Boulevard so black An endless stream of time This finite march called life We walk down Boulevard so black This overflow into the unknown Back to where we came from We walk down boulevard black Across these fields of grey Like ghost adrift in gloom In search for other ways A place where we belong We walk the boulevard black An endless row of souls And we are marching home We are like fire flies Boldly daring the night And we dance for a radiant while Born to drift out of time... But for a second mere we glared For a shining instant we were there Before the last grain of sand fell No tears as I bid thee fare well... At the end of a black boulevard